Amanda sat down to fill in the questionnaire and noticed most of it was just
simple yes/no type questions. She’d finished a couple of minutes before the tea arrived.
When he walked back in the room, James noticed that Amanda’s face was somewhat flushed
with embarrassment, a definite shade of red that she had not exhibited when she’d
arrived.
“Everything okay?” He asked politely.
“Yes,” said Amanda. “I guess I should have expected it to have been quite
explicit and of course I know I have to bare my soul to you if we are to get anywhere.
I’ve given it my best shot but there were some terms in there that I didn’t understand so
you may have to explain some of them to me. I’ve left those answers blank, as you’ll
see.”
“That’s okay,” said James, handing her a cup of tea from the tray he’d brought
in. Then he took the sheaf of papers and sat himself down on the chair opposite Amanda.
For five minutes, James read her answers, sipping his tea as he did so.
“I see,” he said at last, straightening up and looking at Amanda. “You say you
have never had an orgasm, rarely get excited by the thought of sex and when you do get
excited, being touched in intimate areas turns you off the idea. You did not answer the
questions relating to fellatio or cunnilingus and the thought of bondage is something you
would not entertain. There are other things I can glean from your answers, but that’s the
gist of it, would you agree?”
“Yes, absolutely,” Amanda replied softly.
“And you evidently dress very conservatively from what I can see. Amanda was
wearing a dark brown suit with matching straight skirt, long brown boots and a white
blouse under the suit jacket. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a bun and her face
lacked any semblance of having cosmetics applied to it.
“Yes, I’m not into frills or showing myself off. Never have been and I doubt I
ever will be. I’m just comfortable wearing things like this or jeans and a pullover.”
“I see,” said James slowly.
“Before I spend a lot of money with you, as I did with the psychiatrist, can you
be honest with me. Is there anything you can do to help me?”
“Of yes, I have no doubt about that, but you are going to have to help as well.”
“Yes, yes, I know that, and I will do my best.”
“Excellent. Well, after tea we’ll go through to my little examination room. It is
best to make sure for myself that there are no physical problems first.”
“Okay, if you say so,” said Amanda, wondering just what would be involved. She’d
already been intimately examined by her lady General Practitioner and also by a
consultant, who also happened to be female.”
“First, I need you to sign this consent form,” said James, proffering a single
sheet of closely typed paper. “It provides your consent for me to examine you thoroughly
and once I’ve done that we’ll decide where to take things.”
“Okay,” said Amanda, scrawling her signature on the bottom of the paper, not
realising it was anything but an official document. She also failed to read the small
print, instead putting her trust in the man opposite her, unaware that he was no longer a
practicing medic, nor aware of the reasons why he had been struck off a few years earlier.
The tea finished, James led the not-unattractive young woman into his examination
room. The room looked much like a doctor’s room, with a narrow, black-leather-faced couch
lining one wall, a desk and a unit containing cupboards and shelves.
“Please, remove all your clothes and sit on the couch.”
Amanda did as she was told, carefully folding her clothes as she removed each
one, and forming a pile of all her garments on a small chair next to the couch. When she
was naked, James noticed she had full, firm breasts with leathery nipples protruding from
dark areolas. She also had a thick dark thatch of pubic hair that covered her sex.
Amanda sat silently on the bed as James placed his stethoscope on various parts
of her chest. She breathed in deeply when asked to and coughed when instructed to. The
stethoscope checked out both lungs and heart, from Amanda’s back and then from the front,
James being careful not to touch her breasts.
“Excellent. No sign of any problems there. Now, I take it you examine your
breasts regularly?”
“Yes, every few months and, in anticipation of the next question, I can’t feel
anything wrong there.”
“Good. Now, would you be so kind as to go into the toilet behind that door and
give me a sample in this bottle,” said James, writing some notes on a pad of paper.
Amanda was gone for five minutes. She returned with the little bottle full of her
pee. James dipped a test paper in it and noted the result.
“That’s fine,” he said. “So, would you lie down now and I will give you a
thorough abdominal examination.”
Amanda lay on the couch and put her hands by her side while James palmed and
pushed his hands all around her abdomen.
“Any tenderness?” He asked after a minute but it was clear Amanda had no problems
because, despite his pushing and prodding, she did not flinch once.
“Okay, one more thing, I need to give you an internal examination. Have you ever
had one before?”
“Yes, the consultant did one a few months ago,” said Amanda nervously. She’d not
been examined in this way by a male before. Okay, a few boys had stuffed their fingers
into her over the years, to no avail, but that didn’t count as an intimate examination.
“Okay, so what I want you to do is draw your knees up to your chest and then
splay them sideways and try to relax. I’ll use some gel to help things along. It will feel
a bit cold.”
Amanda did as she was instructed, admiring James’ caring and professional
approach. She’d expected to feel his fingers opening her labia and then sliding into her.
Instead, she felt cold metal. ‘Oh God, he’s using a speculum,’ she thought to herself,
gritting her teeth as the hard, cold metal started to push into her vagina.
With the speculum inserted, James released the catch so the device could open
properly. Then he shone a bright light directly into Amanda’s wide-open vulva and looked
intently at the pink flesh that was on display. After withdrawing the speculum, James
inserted two fingers and diligently probed his way right around her vulva. Amanda lay back
and made no indication as to whether she was enjoying what was going on or not.
After longer than was necessary, and noting that Amanda’s vulva was still drier
than he would have expected from the probing actions of his fingers, James pulled out from
her vagina.
“Okay, you can close your legs now,” he said.
“So, what’s the verdict?” asked Amanda, gratefully drawing her legs together,
once again hiding her vagina and labia beneath the dark thatch of pubic hair.
“Well, you are an interesting case. Without X-rays or an ultrasound examination,
I would have to conclude the same as your own practitioner, and your consultant, that
there is nothing physically wrong with you. From what you have already disclosed in
discussions there is no apparent event in your childhood or early adulthood that would
usually result in the kind of problem you are exhibiting.”
“So, there really is no hope,” said Amanda, beginning to think the morning had
once again proved to be a waste of time and doubtless expensive.
“Oh, I did not say that, not at all,” replied James positively. “Indeed there is
great hope, I think, but a lot will depend on you.”
“Yes, others have already said that but the problem is I don’t know how to change
or what to do.”
“That isn’t my approach to this kind of therapy,” said James. “My methods are a
little different to most therapists, and they usually get results.”
“What do you do that is so different?”
“Well, to start with I am going to teach you to relax and then we’ll take things
from there. Would you like another cup of tea?”
“Yes, thanks. Can I get dressed again?”
“No, you will relax much better without your clothes impeding you,” said James.
“Now, I’ll be about five minutes. I want you to lie back and think of something you have
really enjoyed in life. It can be anything. Just close your eyes and think of it, and then
try to re-live it. Is the room warm enough for you?”
“Yes, I’m not cold.”
“Okay, then, just lay back and think of that thing you have really enjoyed.”
With that, James was out of the room, closing the door behind him. In the
kitchen, he boiled the kettle and made tea in two mugs, one with a red design on the
outside and the other a blue design. From the top of a cupboard, he retrieved a small
bottle of clear liquid and dripped just five drops into the red mug.
“Tea,” he said softly as he re-entered his little examination room.
“Thanks,” said Amanda, taking the red mug offered to her. “Hmm, that’s a nice
brew. What is it?”
“Typhoo, I think. So, did your thoughts help you to relax?”
“Yes, I think so. What are we going to do next?”
James looked at her with the same fixed smile he had been wearing when he entered
the room with the tea. Thinking to himself what he had planned had brought his cock into
action, a stirring in his pants that he could only just conceal as he thought about
exactly what he was going to do with Amanda in the next hour or so.
“I’m going to help you to relax a lot more and then see if we can somehow switch
off what is wrongly called frigidity, but should be called reserve, and help you lose some
of your inhibitions.”
“How are you going to do ... that?” Amanda yawned with the last word.
“You’ll see,” said James softly, watching Amanda’s eye glaze over.
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